I saw this picture and thought of two little girls who end up becoming the responsibility of their uncle in Sketches and Secrets of Summer. Maggie is the oldest and five. Rose is the youngest and three. Rose is also the more cautious of the pair, while Maggie is a good bit more independent.
Both of them adore Miss Bennet (aka Mary), and so does their uncle, though he hasn’t figured that out by the time they make this call at Pemberley in the story.
Maggie skipped ahead of Stuart with Rose’s hand firmly grasped in hers. Both girls had decided once again that they liked him, though Rose still harbored trepidation in her eyes when she looked at him as if she could not get past the idea that he had been the source of her sister’s tears on Sunday. No amount of reassurances from himself or Miss Leslie seemed enough to calm her fears that he would once again cause her sister pain.
The girls stopped at the foot of the stairs that led up to Pemberley’s door and waited for him to join them. Then, they followed him up the steps.
“Are you ready?” he whispered, crouching down, and looking each of his nieces in the eye.
They both nodded eagerly. Maggie was currently silent, but ever since he had returned home two days ago and told her about the upcoming visit to Pemberley, she had been an absolute chatterbox about her friend Miss Bennet and what she hoped would happen today.
“Best behaviour?” he asked as a reminder of Miss Leslie’s instructions before they had climbed into the carriage at Wellsworth. Miss Leslie was to have the day to herself. Harriet and Susan, the two nursery maids, had been sent as companions for the girls should their services be required.
Again, both heads bobbed up and down.
“You will say good day and thank you and other such things?” he asked Rose with a wink.
Her little mouth turned up into a smile that shone in her eyes. “Yes,” she replied.
“I am very happy to hear it.” Stuart stood and smoothed his jacket. He was not entirely certain why he felt as nervous as he did. But there were butterflies having quite the raucous party in his stomach. He silently told them to leave off as he lifted the brass knocker and let it fall with a thud.
Something pulled at the edge of his coat’s tails, and looking down, he saw Rose standing at his side with her hand firmly grasping the material of his coat. Maggie still stood beside her sister, holding her hand. Could it be that he was not so far from being trusted by Rose as he thought he was? That thought seemed to do a better job of quieting his nerves than the scold he had given them had.
The door in front of them opened, and soon they were all gathered inside, following Pemberley’s butler to the drawing room.
“Do you want to hold my hand?” Stuart offered Rose.
She shook her head and kept her grip on his jacket. Apparently, holding his hand was a step too far in trusting him and one that she was not yet willing to give him.
“Mr. Alford, Miss Margaret Alford, and Miss Rose Alford,” the butler announced.
When Stuart stepped into the room, his coattail followed, but not immediately, because Rose was somewhat reticent to greet everyone gathered. That is, she was reticent until she saw Miss Bennet. Then, Stuart found his coat freed so that Rose could do her duty in waving to her friend.
[from Sketches and Secrets of Summer]
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I love that painting, and I love that excerpt!
I’m happy to hear that! Thanks
Yes, that picture is just right for the little girls as is the excerpt.
🙂 They were such sweet little girls